ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER©
Forming in a cloud of mist, coming into view,
Visions of another time, in the hazy dew,
Like a dream it’s set apart, from the rush and noise,
Telling tales of promise and sounds that bring forth joys.
A simple place wrapped in love rises from the dust,
Enticing and beguiling, purely clothed in trust.
It’s here for a minute and soon it melts away,
Image of bygone towns that come and go each day.